"Yip?"
Qingxue the Little White Fox jumped down from the courtyard wall and stood on Ye Fei's shoulder, curiously watching the battle a short distance ahead.
Although Long Heng was always hogging the pond, mooching meals, and stealing their human's attention...
Qingxue was still a little worried when she saw Long Heng taking a one-sided beating.
"It's fine. At most, he'll toughen up a little. There are some traits of the Dragon Race that he needs to awaken himself."
Ye Fei leaned against the wall, holding Qingxue the Little Fox and stroking her fur.
The battle ahead continued. With a shake of the great serpent's head, Long Heng's tiny figure would be flung more than ten meters away.
Every time the little fellow climbed out of a crater in the snow, he charged back in, brimming with furious fighting spirit...
He was knocked flying again and again, charged back again and again, all while constantly dodging the great serpent's crushing bulk and its unpredictably lashing tail...
Over and over, this one-sided beatdown went on for more than half an hour.
Several Dragon Scales had fallen off, and some of the others had developed cracks of varying severity. Long Heng clutched Blood-Replenishing Pills in his little hands, stuffing handful after handful into his mouth.
At that moment, he had no inclination to ask anyone for help, nor did he want to curse Feng An for setting him up. His mind was filled with just one thought: he could not lose here!
"Can we really not help?"
Jun Mo sat in the snow, holding the fish tank containing Little Jiaoren, with Big Cat beside him watching the battle ahead warily.
He was finding it hard to watch. Long Heng was too badly hurt, and those shattered Dragon Scales might take a long